Yemiga's words were like a cold scalpel, precisely laying bare the most dangerous truth of Roland's current state.
He knew deep down that Yemiga spoke the truth. The cost of Mad Soul and the erosion of Dragonification were like two ever-tightening nooses, strangling his soul and his very existence.
It was precisely because he knew this that when his gaze pierced through the churning blood mist and boiling fury to once again catch the serene, knowing look on Yemiga's face—as if everything was under control.
The rage from the depths of his soul, like a flame doused in scalding oil, suddenly erupted, surging to an unprecedented peak.
This was not an out-of-control frenzy, but a kind of…
...an absolute rage born of being backed into a corner with no escape, a rage that incinerated all other thoughts.
